The Raven Quill: Poetry & Words

This was another poem I wrote on a whim. I'm pretty sure I was having some inner child work going on in the time period I wrote these. lol. They're so whimsical. I'll include the link to the blog post where I first put it if you are interested in my thoughts about it at the time.

Skunks and Scarves

Skunks and scarves.

Dancing in circles.

Salty wounds and crazy hair.

Brush everything under there.

Dust pans and bins.

Coats and socks.

Pans and rings, and painted rocks.

Where the wind blows, everything goes.

You can't catch it, stop it, or blow it.

Sing with it, breathe it. smell it.

Allow it. Be with it. It's moving. Let it.

Where does it go? You'll see.

https://www.groundedfirerevolution.com/post/where-the-wind-blows-a-poem-on-letting-go